Word: coconut
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...heritage a chance and go purchase Kenny Chesney’s greatest hits, if only for the life lessons therein. Perhaps he will “broaden your horizons” in ways N. Gregory Mankiw never could. The man has written fifty songs about drinking coconut rum on the beach and sold 25 million records. Your investment banking ambitions can’t hold a candle to that...
...last time I ate Nyonya was at an outdoor food court in Kuala Lumpur. The dish was Chicken Kapitan, a coconut-laced curry redolent with tamarind, turmeric and shrimp paste. The waiter who delivered the bowl of curry was Malay. With me were TIME's Malaysia stringer, an ethnic Indian, and our taxi driver, a Chinese. Both snuck spoonfuls of gravy from my dish. I didn't mind. There was more than enough for all of us to share...
...Dogs” is likable enough, perhaps because it sounds like a less-catchy version of Train’s “Meet Virginia.” “Coconut Skins” gets itself going on a comparatively upbeat acoustic riff, until Rice mentions death and promptly squelches any optimism the listener may still possess. The second half of “Me, My Yoke and I” actually ascends to the level of rocking then comes off as just plain scary without a counterbalance to its six minutes of screechy anguish and unmitigated emotional hell...
...byways are patrolled by importunate motorcycle-taxi drivers, land-mine victims and a juvenile sales force whose arresting patter and command of English brook no discouragement. "Buy a bracelet for your girlfriend," commands a jet-eyed moppet whose head barely reaches my elbow, as she rattles a handful of coconut rings. "I don't have a girlfriend," I reply. "You know why you don't have a girlfriend? It's because you don't buy her a present." The logic is hardly watertight, but her repartee is easily worth a dollar. After dusk, Phsar Chas hurtles into overdrive. No etymologist...
...Male Atoll, Baros is so serene[an error occurred while processing this directive] you'd never guess that it's teeming with life. Despite a 97% occupancy rate during my stay (in low season, no less), I sometimes felt I was on my own island. Frangipani, hibiscus and towering coconut palms camouflage the resort's land villas - where a staff of 230 serves up to 150 guests - and sand forms a soft white carpet throughout. This is barefoot country, so leave your heels at home. But don't take quiet to mean boring; Baros is water-sports nirvana. You could...